"This is bad, Captain! A large number of Genestealer have appeared on the lower decks."
"A commander led a large group of mutants and charged up."
They're definitely trying to seize control in the chaos, those damn Xenos!
" Genestealer? They must have been lurking on the Song Offering for a long time!" Otto screamed.
"What on earth is going on?! The Drukhari, the mortal enemies of Chaos, and now even the Tyranids's lackeys have come?"
Isolde was no longer capable of anger or fear; she only felt absurdity, utter absurdity.
Her wealth and ambition, and this meticulously planned trip to Brevis, now seemed like a huge joke.
Kerry's eyes were vacant as he muttered to himself, "It's all over, everything's over, the Emperor..."
The brutal slaughter by the Drukhari, the Tzeentch Daemon, the furious roars of Ogryn, the howls of the Genestealer, and the relentless charge of humanity.
This threw the entire "Song Offering" ship into complete chaos.
Just when everyone's attention was drawn to the fierce internal fighting and the scene was extremely chaotic.
A strangely shaped " Vagabond-class merchant ship" covered in writhing flesh and chitinous shells.
It was silently approaching the chaotic Pilgrim-class transport ship.
The bridge of the Purple Crystal, if that chamber filled with organic blood vessels and ganglia can be called a bridge.
Lynn stood in front of the observation window, a smile of excitement curving his lips.
His eyes reflected the distant flashes of explosion light.
"It's quite a lively place. It seems this ship really is a treasure trove."
At this moment, Lynn was unaware of the situation aboard the Song Offering, but he was certain that there were plenty of good things on board.
He stroked Rena, who was almost completely pressed against him.
Her massive body occupied the entire captain's seat, and her purplish-red armor shimmered under the bioluminescence.
Its compound eyes gleamed with a hungry red light.
"Is everything ready?" Lynn asked.
Rena let out a short, low hiss, and a positive response came from her mind.
She had already locked onto her target using the sensory organs scattered around the exterior of the Purple Crystal.
"Very good." Lynn took a deep breath, his eyes filled with greed.
"Activate all sporangium emission chambers!"
Target: that transport ship and those pirate airships!
Lynn left the bridge with Rena, heading off to attend the grand party.
"Boarding! Boarding!"
Lynn's voice echoed within the Bio-ship, carrying a long-suppressed fervor.
He and Rena were so bored on the ship, they were finally getting some fun.
On the menacing hull of the Purple Crystal, dozens of organs that bulged like tumors suddenly contracted and expanded.
It ejects pulsating spore sacs, brimming with restless life, like cannonballs.
These sporangia traced strange arcs, some of which adhered directly to the outer shell of the " Song Offering ".
Some of them insidiously attached themselves near the tail engines of the Drukhari intruder airships that the pirates used for boarding.
At the same time, a civilian transport airship reinforced with chitin was launched from the side of the Purple Crystal.
Lynn and Rena were among them.
With purple flames from its bio-plasma thrusters emanating from its tail, the airship's speed steadily increased.
The target was an intruder airship that had just released members of the Kabal and was preparing to evacuate to pick up the next group of people.
The pilot of the intruder airship was still immersed in the thrill of the killing when the cabin alarm suddenly went off.
On the monitor screen behind him, a strange flying object covered in armor was hurtling straight toward his thruster nozzle!
"What the hell?!" he roared in terror, trying to maneuver the airship to dodge.
But it was too late.
"Take a look behind you."
The bio-airship Lynn was on, like a shark that had smelled blood, slammed into the tail of the intruder's airship from behind.
The already fragile tail structure of the Drukhari airship was completely deformed and broken under the violent impact.
At the moment of impact, the sporangia that had already adhered to the target ruptured simultaneously.
The viscous acidic solution gushed out like a waterfall, frantically corroding the outer shell of the Song Offering or the Aeldari spaceship.
The sac wall tore open, and countless hideous figures crawled out from the acid mist and mucus.
The Tyranid Warrior roared, the Hormagaunt brandished its bone blades, the Termagant raised its bio-cannon barrel, and the Ripper let out a bloodthirsty screech.
They have no complex tactics or formations, only the purest, most primal desire to devour and destroy.
Like a purple tide bursting its banks, it instantly surged into every opening inside the Song Offering.
They pounced on every moving creature they could see.
This is why Lynn wanted to buy merchant ships; they needed to be large enough to accommodate his Tyranids army.
If you can gang up on someone, who's going to fight you one-on-one?
Lynn leaped out of the damaged bio-airship and stepped onto the deck of the Song Offering, which was pitted and corroded by acid.
Rena perched "obediently" on Lynn's shoulder, the [ Shapeshifter Armor ] making her a shadow over Lynn.
This is a dual manifestation of the use of Psychic Power and absolute control over one's own power.
"Let's begin, darling." Lynn patted Rena's cold carapace and looked ahead at the passage filled with carnage.
Rena, perched on his shoulder, emitted a terrifying Psychic Power signal, asserting absolute control over the swarm.
Meanwhile, the bridge of the Song Offering ship received numerous alarms regarding unidentified flying objects impacting the hull and a surge of unidentified biological signals entering the ship.
The Tzeentch Sorcerer, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Ogryn at the bottom, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his keen Psychic Power vision.
I sensed a vast, cold, and greedy will entering the battlefield.
Genestealer commander directing mutants near the main cargo hold, attempting to seize power amidst the chaos.
I also sensed the signals emanating from this unique "kind".
Meanwhile, in the middle deck of the Song Offering, the pirate first officer, having just breached a hatch, was enjoying the thrill of slaughter.
A panicked report came through the communicator inside the helmet:
"Sir, a large number of Tyranids have appeared out of nowhere!"
"They don't distinguish between friend and foe; they bite anyone they see!"
All the commanders from different factions still active on the Song Offering.
At that moment, the same thought popped into everyone's mind.
"Damn, there are experts here?"